Fates' Choice [A 'The Fates' FanFiction]

1.4| The rose never dies

The Rose Never Dies

2015 AD

No matter how much good surrounded her Atria never failed to hop from club to club. She had ventured all around Greece, going from hotspot to hotspot. No matter how much Eldor offered her she'd still use whatever ounce of seduction to get things from strange Greek men. She just couldn't take more from him.

So now she stood at the bar of some great club. She had successfully done that by making a few promises to one of the bouncers outside, not that she would keep them. She had gotten what she'd wanted after all.

"What would you like sexy?" A bartender spoke unto her. She'd been taken aback. Almost everyone had spoke the native language but never had she imagined she'd be approached by an American with a very cliche new york accent.

"Ahh... American, give me your strongest." The suductress spoke, this night she wore a little black number that stuck to her like a second skin showing off each and everyone of her assets .

"Sure thing pretty lady." He spoke. Atria threw a smile at him and turned around to face the dance floor, scavenging for her next victim.

Her elbows were propped up on the glass counter of the bar helping her keep her balance. Her eyes looked all over, high and low. Studying whatever insolent male that was to pay for her drink.

Then they met with someone's, this sparked up a rare feeling in her one she had felt when she was about to flee from New York and when it seemed as if death followed her in Greece. Those eyes...

She hadn't seen them since that night. Since she had run for her life.

The eyes that belonged to the one man who'd promised to make the rest of her days hell.

It can't be. She said to her self. She shook her head and looked over the sea of bodies buzzing about in the building, music blasting off, the vibrations making the life of the party. Then she looked over to that very spot.

He wasn't there.

It must have been her mind playing games on her. Perhaps her subconscious playing a reminder of a warning.

That must have been it. She turned to see the bartender looking strait at her. This had caused to jump from fright. She had just remembered that she was supposed to be careful.

She smiled at him and downed the drink. Paranoia had stricken her.

She pulled the glass away from her face and looked and looked to the bartender who seemed to have been watching her long since.

"can i help you?" She asked him. She looked to his collar, "uhh Drew."

"what are you looking for? Lost something?" Shd shook her head, not necessarily.

She was running and it wasn't from something rather someone.

She left the bar and to join the crowd of people. Most looked like they were ready to shag each other then and there.

She was grabbed by someone from behind. A smile etched across her face. It was never hard finding a dance partner. "Peekaboo I see you." She gasped at that.

Her heart had begun racing. Fear.

The was the feeling she felt before.

Fear of him. Fear of Axel.

"You've found me. What's next?" She was scared but she couldn't show him that even though he knew so. Angry sex wouldn't fix this one,

"Well I thought you were much better at this game. After all you are the reason why my brother is... gone."

They moved around on the dance floor. In the eyes of others they looked. Okay. As normal as a bunch of strangers looked grinding on each other.

"I'm sorry for your loss." She spat. He'd had gotten a hold of her hair. Tugging at it not so gently. This played as a reminder of what had happened in the past. Her past, one that was not so pretty.

Also the night if his promise."you're not sorry, you never were" he spoke into her ear. Making sure she'd heard him properly. "I'm glad you're aware of how I actually feel. Now if you'd let go of my hair and tell me what happens next it would be appreciated, greatly." She rushed.

They swayed around. "I let you go once again and you give me a real chase, don't make me regret it. I'd like to use my money for once. And maybe rid of the rest of you," he spat growling at the last of his miniature speech.

He roughly pushed her away but made sure to not have her knock into one of the locals. "And your time starts now. Don't worry sweetheart I payed for your drink."

Then she ran,out into the streets of Greece. She was leaving and once again she was breaking a promise.

She couldn't say goodbye. But he'd know where to find her.

She'd find her way back. Its only fate.

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Sorry. For the typos I did this on my phone, through the web. Another chapter that refuses to be fixed....